I grinned. "No. I just... never seemed to grow much down there, even when I was... alive. Only ever the lightest of dustings."
"It's really hot," she said. "Can... can I..."
And I found her hand and put her fingers to me and closed my eyes, shuddering hard as she fumbled at my slick, wet parting.
"Oh," she breathed.
I opened my eyes, stared down at her, at her little hard n*****s and her flat, lithe little stomach.
I leaned forward and tongued her left breast; she shivered. Her finger moved and squirmed slowly against me; her inexperience was clear.
"Like this," I breathed, showing her what I liked - how to slip her fingertip back and forth over me from the little fold of my nub down to the parting of my entrance. I shivered again.
"Oh my God," she whispered, and I realised that my
